THE ALPHA'S VIRGIN SLAVE: Submit Alpha Ian's curse - Chapter 404: Chapter 404
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Kyle's POV
"Damn that old man," I whispered as I went through the documents on my desk in my office.
"Is this the reason he made you and me take over?" I asked Larson, who sat on the couch opposite me, looking at the file in his hand.
On the table right in front of him were a lot of documents, just as there were on mine.
"I doubt it," he answered simply.
"Come on, look at the work we have to handle," I said seriously.
"Alpha, Uncle Ian wanted us to go through these documents and files for us to know and learn what is going on and what went on in our pack," he replied.
How the hell was he still calm and focused after being stuck in the damn office for days? The only time we were free was when we had to sleep! And we only slept for a very few hours! We couldn't even see our own damn mates!
My father truly was annoying as hell.
"Alpha, I advise you to focus and keep working rather than whining and complaining," he said simply.
I put the documents down and glared at him.
"It's been days, and we have spent a lot of hours here. I am tired, and I want to spend some time with my mate," I answered seriously.
He sighed heavily and then looked at me.
"It seems our roles are reversed, huh? Those who know you would be surprised to hear you complain like this. It's as if I have tapped into your composure, and you have tapped into my not-so-calm self," he said.
"Your joke is kind of funny, I admit, but I am serious," I answered.
"Clearly, brother, the position of Alpha and Beta comes with a lot of burdens, responsibilities, and many other things," he said and then stood up.
"We were looking forward to this, and we got exactly what we wanted," he said as he went to the whiskey table.
"I know, but I never thought the first thing we had to do was be locked in an office full of files and documents," I answered softly.
"We are not locked in here," he said as he poured whiskey into a glass.
"Dude, it was just a...,"
"I know; I wanted to just cheer you up a little," he answered, cutting me off.
Right after the celebration, I had a lot of things I wanted to do, like introducing my mate to a few pack members.
I also wanted to spend more time with her before we mated. Besides that, I wanted to personally have a serious talk with Lui before he left.
But then, when I woke up the next day, my father invited me and Larson into a new office that he immediately gave me.
The office had a lot of files and documents put on the floor, as well as on my desk and a table. He went on to tell us how we should go through all of them to learn and see how to use a pack's budget, how to manage the pack, and how to proceed with things.
I tried to point out how it was too much work, but he just smirked and said I was now the Alpha and that it was now my responsibility.
I wasn't happy with that; because of so much work, I couldn't even see my best friend, his Beta, and his parents off well.
On the other hand, Larson acted as if he was so happy to do such work.
He quickly went through the files and documents. There was never a time he looked exhausted or unhappy.
"Would you like a glass of whiskey?" he asked.
"Yes, I would love that," I answered simply.
My mother was busy showing Yuki and Tamara how to handle the orphan pups and how to look after some pack members.
I didn't personally see them, but I knew because of the pack members who were talking about them in the pack's mind-link.
They seemed to be doing an amazing job because mostly I heard praises from them.
"Here, Alpha," Larson said, then handed me a glass of whiskey.
I took a sip and instantly relaxed.
"If you were to estimate the number of days we had to finish these files and documents, what would it be?" I asked seriously.
He looked at the files, then the documents, and then back at me.
"I would say we have a week if we aren't distracted in any way. But if we decide to rest more or slow our pace, then I would say we have two to three weeks left," he answered.
I drank the whole whiskey at once and then put the glass on the desk.
"Then let's get on with it," I said seriously.
"Yeah, sure," he answered and then went back to sit on the couch.
I picked up a few documents and looked at them.
"Kyle," he called.
"Yes, Larson," I answered simply.
"I think our mates are staying away from us because they don't want to disturb us in any way," he said seriously.
"Well, that makes sense," I answered in a low tone, despite knowing how my father would tell them to let us be until we were done.
Moreover, my mother was a little strict at times. For all I knew, she would be the one behind them not coming here.
"And to be honest, it's not that I am calm or unbothered about being away from Tamara," he said as I looked at him seriously.
"I am very bothered, and I miss her a lot. I actually want to scream and curse out loud for being here for days without much rest, but I won't," he said.
"Do you know why?" he asked as I shook my head.
"Because the more I miss her, the clearer I am on what I want to do with her when we meet alone in my room," he said as I raised a brow.
"You need help," I whispered.
"Damn right I do, and she will be the one to help me. I keep my calm going through these documents and files because I want to finish quickly. Once I am done and free, I will spend a lot of time with her," he answered seriously.
"So I work hard knowing what my reward will be," he said and then went back to look at the files.
"He really is something else, isn't he?" I asked Lionel.
"I know," came his response.
But then again, he has a solid point.
Finishing fast would give me the needed time to spend with my mate without interruptions. That alone was supposed to motivate me enough to work hard.
"Let's work like there will be no tomorrow," I said loudly.
"Let's do this," he answered with a smile.
"Damn that old man," I whispered as I went through the documents on my desk in my office.
"Is this the reason he made you and me take over?" I asked Larson, who sat on the couch opposite me, looking at the file in his hand.
On the table right in front of him were a lot of documents, just as there were on mine.
"I doubt it," he answered simply.
"Come on, look at the work we have to handle," I said seriously.
"Alpha, Uncle Ian wanted us to go through these documents and files for us to know and learn what is going on and what went on in our pack," he replied.
How the hell was he still calm and focused after being stuck in the damn office for days? The only time we were free was when we had to sleep! And we only slept for a very few hours! We couldn't even see our own damn mates!
My father truly was annoying as hell.
"Alpha, I advise you to focus and keep working rather than whining and complaining," he said simply.
I put the documents down and glared at him.
"It's been days, and we have spent a lot of hours here. I am tired, and I want to spend some time with my mate," I answered seriously.
He sighed heavily and then looked at me.
"It seems our roles are reversed, huh? Those who know you would be surprised to hear you complain like this. It's as if I have tapped into your composure, and you have tapped into my not-so-calm self," he said.
"Your joke is kind of funny, I admit, but I am serious," I answered.
"Clearly, brother, the position of Alpha and Beta comes with a lot of burdens, responsibilities, and many other things," he said and then stood up.
"We were looking forward to this, and we got exactly what we wanted," he said as he went to the whiskey table.
"I know, but I never thought the first thing we had to do was be locked in an office full of files and documents," I answered softly.
"We are not locked in here," he said as he poured whiskey into a glass.
"Dude, it was just a...,"
"I know; I wanted to just cheer you up a little," he answered, cutting me off.
Right after the celebration, I had a lot of things I wanted to do, like introducing my mate to a few pack members.
I also wanted to spend more time with her before we mated. Besides that, I wanted to personally have a serious talk with Lui before he left.
But then, when I woke up the next day, my father invited me and Larson into a new office that he immediately gave me.
The office had a lot of files and documents put on the floor, as well as on my desk and a table. He went on to tell us how we should go through all of them to learn and see how to use a pack's budget, how to manage the pack, and how to proceed with things.
I tried to point out how it was too much work, but he just smirked and said I was now the Alpha and that it was now my responsibility.
I wasn't happy with that; because of so much work, I couldn't even see my best friend, his Beta, and his parents off well.
On the other hand, Larson acted as if he was so happy to do such work.
He quickly went through the files and documents. There was never a time he looked exhausted or unhappy.
"Would you like a glass of whiskey?" he asked.
"Yes, I would love that," I answered simply.
My mother was busy showing Yuki and Tamara how to handle the orphan pups and how to look after some pack members.
I didn't personally see them, but I knew because of the pack members who were talking about them in the pack's mind-link.
They seemed to be doing an amazing job because mostly I heard praises from them.
"Here, Alpha," Larson said, then handed me a glass of whiskey.
I took a sip and instantly relaxed.
"If you were to estimate the number of days we had to finish these files and documents, what would it be?" I asked seriously.
He looked at the files, then the documents, and then back at me.
"I would say we have a week if we aren't distracted in any way. But if we decide to rest more or slow our pace, then I would say we have two to three weeks left," he answered.
I drank the whole whiskey at once and then put the glass on the desk.
"Then let's get on with it," I said seriously.
"Yeah, sure," he answered and then went back to sit on the couch.
I picked up a few documents and looked at them.
"Kyle," he called.
"Yes, Larson," I answered simply.
"I think our mates are staying away from us because they don't want to disturb us in any way," he said seriously.
"Well, that makes sense," I answered in a low tone, despite knowing how my father would tell them to let us be until we were done.
Moreover, my mother was a little strict at times. For all I knew, she would be the one behind them not coming here.
"And to be honest, it's not that I am calm or unbothered about being away from Tamara," he said as I looked at him seriously.
"I am very bothered, and I miss her a lot. I actually want to scream and curse out loud for being here for days without much rest, but I won't," he said.
"Do you know why?" he asked as I shook my head.
"Because the more I miss her, the clearer I am on what I want to do with her when we meet alone in my room," he said as I raised a brow.
"You need help," I whispered.
"Damn right I do, and she will be the one to help me. I keep my calm going through these documents and files because I want to finish quickly. Once I am done and free, I will spend a lot of time with her," he answered seriously.
"So I work hard knowing what my reward will be," he said and then went back to look at the files.
"He really is something else, isn't he?" I asked Lionel.
"I know," came his response.
But then again, he has a solid point.
Finishing fast would give me the needed time to spend with my mate without interruptions. That alone was supposed to motivate me enough to work hard.
"Let's work like there will be no tomorrow," I said loudly.
"Let's do this," he answered with a smile.
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